(Based On Solomon's Audio Drama)

Can I request Trey, Floyd, deuce, and/or leona (you could add anyone else of you want) head canons for the ghost bride event where they got an extra slap for being a two timer because she could obviously see that they're in love with the reader? (They're not even dating reader was so confused witnessing it)

I mean this basically happened to Sebek

Getting Called A Two-Timer by the Ghost Bride

Trey:

Did the dishrag line make that obvious?

But OW! Why does Eliza slap so hard?

Trey glances over to you and your confused face. PLEASE THINK THAT THE GHOST BRIDE IS RIDICULES!!

He doesn't want you to know yet and Eliza just outed him right in front of you.

Is very embarrassed but he can't leave due to being paralyzed by Eliza.

Does not appreciate the commentary.

Floyd:

What a bitc-

Does not like that he was slapped twice and hates that Jade is laughing at him.

Hates that Eliza is calling him out for liking you. It's not like he wanted to propose to her in the first place.

Admits it outloud, he likes you. It's already out in the open, so he sees no point in trying to hide it.

"This is prolly a bad time to ask you on a date."

"No shit."

It wasn't a "No" to his offer so... Doesn't mention that though because you might leave and he can't stop you.

Deuce:

Keeps messing up his words and is blushing from embarrassment.

Ghosty Why!

Confirms that you and him are not dating and keeps looking at you.

Is very embarrassed and would very much like to leave.

Yes, he shouldn't have attempted to charm Eliza when he liked you, but what choice did he have?

Does not argue over getting slapped for a second time, but it HURTS and he doesn't like it.

Leona:

SHIT!

Refuses to look over at you because he knows if he does, he can't deny it.

Hates Vil commenting on it and laughing at Leona's poor performance.

Glares at Eliza and Vil.

Still won't admit to anything and will not look your way.

Vil:

Eliza not once, but TWICE, slapped his invaluable and immaculate face.

Is very pissed about it and demands to know why she would do such a thing.

He actually sang the duet and was perfect at it! People would KILL for the chance and she just SLAPS HIM TWICE???

Is more mature when Eliza points to you and calls him out for being "So obviously in love, and not even trying to hide it".

Vil is still pissed at Ghost Bride for slapping him so he says back to her "Yes. I'd much rather propose to them than to you."

Meaning yes he likes you, and yes you're the better choice.

Gives you a glance but doesn't say anything. Just a look that he somehow pulls off with a red slap mark on his face.

MC: Whenever I see Riddle, my motherly instinct is kicking in.

Trey, Cater, and Riddle: ...

MC: Does that mean he have a rough childhood?

Cater: Damn—

Trey: Shh! Cater!

Riddle: ...

Riddle: You know what? I'm putting myself for adoption.

Diavolo: Lucifer! *looks at him while playing with MC's hair* *has this expression of discovering something new*

Diavolo: How can someone have this really soft fur?

MC: That's my hair...

Lucifer: They're of Solomon's breed.

MC: ...

Diavolo: Are you sure? But this one looks pure.

MC: I know my brother is shady sometimes, but can you please not insult him? I don't feel good when someone insults my brother.

Lucifer: You're right. They're a lot more different from Solomon.

Lucifer: That guy pretends not to hear anything.

MC: ...

Diavolo: By the way, I've heard from Lucifer that you're a good fighter. Do you want to try having a wrestling fight with me?

MC: ...

MC: I don't think I will stand a chance.

Diavolo: Don't worry. I will go easy on you.

MC: *immediately hides behind Lucifer*

Lucifer: *pleased*

Diavolo: Lucifer, hand me the puppy.

Lucifer: No. Besides, they do have a point. Your idea of "going easy on someone" will never work in your nature.

Diavolo: *frowns*

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*Lucifer and Diavolo finally letting go of MC and leaving them alone*

MC: *just staring into space because of exhaustion*

Satan: Hey, kid. You shouldn't be sitting on the sidewalk—

MC: *looks up at him*

Satan: *lowkey mesmerized by their face*

Satan: *realized that he got distracted for a few seconds* *shakes his head*

Satan: As I've said earlier, you should not be sitting on the sidewalk. There are a lot of people walking here. What if they accidentally bumped into you or something?

MC: *no thoughts in those eyes*

Satan: ...

Satan: Are you perhaps... hungry?

MC: No. I'm exhausted.

Satan: ...

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Satan: *brought MC to the House Of Lamentation*

Asmo and Mammon: MC!

Satan: You know them?

Asmo: Yes! They're Solomon's sibling!

Satan: Solomon?

Mammon: Hey, MC! You look lifeless! Here, I'll give you some hug!

MC: *immediately falling asleep after being embraced by him*

Satan: So it seems they're really that exhausted.

Asmo: *displeased* Of course. Lucifer and Lord Diavolo have been hogging them the whole day.

Satan: ...

Mammon: If only they made a pact with me first, this would never happen.

I can assure you, some people do NOT miss their days as trainees.

Language Of Love

AlHaitham X GN! Reader

“‘Italics’” = he’s speaking another language

“So.. you can speak 20 languages?”

A random conversation.

It was easy to guess how you got to this point, boredom.

Spending time with your.. acquaintance, who you may or may not have a crush on, wasn’t on your agenda today, but here you are - sitting on a chair in his office as he effortlessly scribbles down sophisticated words onto parchment.

The sound was certainly pleasing to the ears, skrch sccrch sckrch.

You had no clue what he was doing. Oh, the duty of a scribe..

Or why you even came here..

No.

You knew why you came here, to spend time with him, as a friend only. Or maybe you were less than friends. It was hard putting a label on things when it came to the emotionally stunted AlHaitham. He was almost as bad as the General Mahamatra.

You just forgot how boring spending time with him can be if he’s busy working, thus leading you to flip through one of the many books on his bookshelf.

Yeah, you quickly got bored of that too.

These weren’t story books, they were informative books. You suppose to a man like him who enjoyed learning, this was like being surrounded by candy. To you? Its like being surrounded by encyclopedias.

He probably reads encyclopedias for fun.

So here you were, starting a conversation on a little fact you heard an academia student mutter like it was a piece of gossip even though it was probably outlined somewhere.

“Yes,” The scratching of quill to paper continues even as he glances up at you for a split second, “It’s important for scholars to broaden their knowledge and fluency of languages as to not hinder important research that may be written in a different dialect.”

All of Teyvat spoke the same language, it was easy to wonder why everyone from ancient times suddenly decided to switch. Of course you wouldn’t ask him such a thing, not right now anyway.

You had a plan.

A plan to woo this man.

The many failed attempts before can not hinder you.

Smugly, you said to him, “I bet I know one language you can’t speak.”

Oh, you were already giddy.

Curiosity peaked, his scribbling halted, eyes on you, “Is that so?” He was eager to hear you answer.

Whether you were toying with him, or genuinely knew a language he could add to his list, he was willing to listen.

“Do tell.”

Clearing your throat, you sat up straight and gave him a cocky smile, “The language of love.”

You were met with silence, as expected.

He was starstruck, surely. In awe. Was he wooed?

You could easily speak up with the punchline after his response, oh!! You would say, ‘but I can teach you!!’

Oh, he’s about to respond! He’s-!

“You must be referring to the ancient Fontaine language used by higher class citizens, commonly known to scholars as the language of love due to how words would ‘roll off the tongue like silk’ when speaking it.“

–an idiot? You were gobsmacked.

And he was smirking on the inside.

“I’m surprised you know of this language, you must have learned something from one of the books you’ve flipped through in the library.”

“That’s not,”

“I can even demonstrate it for you.”

“Wait!”

You began to fluster as he indeed began speaking a language completely foreign to your ears.

He was right, the words did flow silkily. This did not make you feel any better. Your pickup line failed miserably.

“‘You are so adorable, trying to trick me like this.’”

You can’t help but pout, wondering just what he was saying.

“‘Look at you, cheeks flushed and puffed like a fish. Honestly, how am I supposed to work efficiently if you’re here distracting me.’”

“Aw come on,” You began to complain, frowning at the gloating male, “I can’t understand you, y’know.”

“‘I do wonder if you’re aware that I know you like me, you wear your heart on your sleeves, my dear,’” he smiles ever so slightly, which completely unnerves you, “‘I like you too.’”

His cheek rests on his knuckles as he leans back and observes your frustration. Oh, how happy he was you brought this up. Any chance to show off his ability and confess without you knowing is always a good opportunity.

He’d shower you in compliments and confessions in all 20 languages if he had the time, perhaps even spill secrets to your unknowing ears.

Oh, how he would like that. He could say his deepest, darkest desires and you’d only look at him with confusion.. maybe even annoyance.

The thought pleased the busy scholar.

“That’s so mean you know, am I supposed to look up your words in a dictionary or something?”

“Oh, they wouldn’t be in a dictionary.” He reaches forward and tugs at your cheek, elation swirling in his broad chest as you whine and swat at his large arm.

“Should you remind me at a later date,” when he’s finally made you his, of course, “I’ll happily tell you what I said.”

“How about right now.”

“It is not a later date, only the time has changed.” Breathing out a sigh, faking annoyance, he turns his attention back to his paperwork, picking back up his quill.

“Ok, so I can ask you tomorrow.”

“You can, however, I’m under no obligation to tell you until I want to.”

“I dislike you very much, Scribe.” You grumbled, settling back in your seat.

He chuckles to himself, “I’m sure you do, ‘sweetheart.’”

Ace and Deuce: *arguing again*

MC: You both just sharing a single motherfucking brain cell and yet you still have the audacity to fight.

Ace and Deuce: ...

Cater: *laughs*

Trey: So MC is the parent in their friend group.

Riddle: More like the parent of everyone to be honest.

Helios is going to have.. An interesting reaction to the creator being back

What would he do if he heard rumors of an imposter, though?

I'm definitely going to write about his reunion with his beloved god someday <3

Helios is no stranger to people claiming to be his god, he's seen it countless times over the countless eons he's lived. He has better things to do than involve himself with idiot mortals and their issues. He'll just mark it down in his journal as a rumor (since he's not too bothered to confirm the information) that occurred at the time.

Sadly for imposter au, this means he's not going to hunt you down on first mention and figure everything out.

Now, should the rumor persist, he may actually see it as something worth recording. He'd start with wherever they'd turned up first and seek out the truth, which means he's not going to take whatever's said at face value, he'll use his powers to look into the past itself if he has to.

If it's a true imposter, his interest in them will end there. He'll only continue to record their story due to the significance it has to the people of Teyvat, seeing as it's the hot story of the time. Best an objective view remains among the hatred and fearmongering.

If the imposter really is innocent, his interest will tinge with pity for the poor soul who'd been branded for the face they were born with, again, something he'd seen many times in other worlds. A shame that he couldn't feel your aura through the magic. He'll trace their steps through their journey, feeling sorry enough for them that he'll record their legacy. Perhaps, if it is read in the future, it might save another.

Now, Helios can travel anywhere in an instance, though he usually prefers to go on foot. But, with a job to do, he'll teleport at least a few times. Match that with the fact the "imposter" has to hide, he'll eventually catch up.

He has no intention to speak with an ordinary mortal, true imposter or not. But if it's you? Your imposter au is over! yay!

Helios will immediately take you away from Teyvat to the twins' abode (your original home) where you'll be safe, have company, and be able to regain your powers and memories at your leisure. Whatever you want, you'll have.

And you'll have a fancy and comfortable seat to watch Teyvat's slow destruction for their sins.

and if there's an imposter ruling teyvat, he doesn't give a shit about them or their followers & will just write it down as another reason that teyvat sucks and they should just ditch the entire planet.

Of course Catnap’s helmet is the only one with blinkers…it’s so they know when he’s sleeping while standing on the job-

He’s prone to the Eepy Disease

"will you spend your life with me?"

TIGHNARI CONFESSING HIS FEELINGS TO YOU.

synopsis: of how tighnari avoids you once he realises he has feelings for you. because fennec foxes mate for life, what guarantee does he have that you would want that from him?

you were standing at the edge of ghandharva ville, explaining to a merchant the safest routes he should take, when you felt eyes on you.

you knew exactly who it was. so, you continue on explaining, ignoring the burning holes you felt at the back of your head. you turn your attention back towards the merchant, finally ending your explanation and biding him safe travels.

you sigh once he turns around and leaves, glad to be over with your planned daily tasks. as soon as you have that thought, however, an all-too familiar voice calls out your name.

"yes, master tighnari?"

your voice drips of venom, and with your eyes looking anywhere but at him, you fail to notice how he winces at your bitter reply, how his ears slowly droop and tail stop all movement (he couldn't control it from swishing once he approaches you, he hadn't spoken a word to you in over a week).

you cross your arms over your chest and look away. truly, you weren't trying to be mean, but how can you look at him? when he made you feel things, you'd never even imagined possible. when he had you wrapped around his finger, only to suddenly decide he doesn't want your company anymore?

or that's the theory you had come up with, anyways. you knew you had feelings for tighnari within weeks of meeting him, and you thought you two were only growing closer, forming a nice friendship. until all of a sudden, you didn't get to see him anymore. he was suddenly so busy, unable to meet you. all your patrols together had been altered, and it had gotten to a point where an entire week had passed without you getting as much as a whiff from this green-eyed man you adored so much.

another theory would be that you were simply irrelevant to him, and he was actually having extra workload and didn't even notice the sudden change.

but you should know better than to assume anything got past his keen eyes and ears.

tighnari clears his throat, and your grip on your arm tightens.

"a withering spot report has come in, you and i are going to deal with it." he simply says.

your grip tightens even more, feeling the sting of your nails digging into your skin. but it was all you could do to fight the bail forming at the back of your throat, the tears you can almost feel starting to gather in your eyes.

so this was it huh? acting like nothing has occurred. why would he act otherwise? you think bitterly, you're the only one with these stupid feelings.

you nod. "okey, i'll get my stuff." you mumble as you walk past him to your hut to grab your weapon.

you don't want to keep him waiting. even if your existence meant little to him, at the very least you didn't want him to think of you as incompetent.

you're quickly back at his side, and he begins to lead the way.

the treck is quiet. to him, perhaps, it was a normal silence. to you? you felt the pressure clogging your eyes, your breathing. this too much to you, to have him this close, yet so far away.

you refused to even look at him, even going as far as letting your hair fall over your face.

all too soon, though, he stops. "we're here." he says with a heavy tone.

you look up. you're both atop of a hill, looking down at the expense of sumeru forest. it's a beautiful sight, the wind gently carresing your neck, swaying your hair.

but as you turn around, scanning the horizon, you see no withering in sight.

"huh?" you let out in confusion, making the mistake of looking at him.

you fall silent.

he had already been looking at you. a heavy look on his face. his lips were drawn in sadness, his usual bright forest-green eyes focused in on you, the same way you saw him look when he was looking over a particular tough plant he was studying.

you swallow the lump in your throat, realizing how close he actually was, and realizing also, that seconds were passing, and he wasn't looking away.

"tighnari, what’s wrong?" you mumble, so low you barely even heard yourself. but you knew he heard you, what with the subtle flick of his ears at the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

suddenly, he takes a step closer.

startling at his sudden movement, you squeal, backing away. what you forgot, however, was that you were standing at the very edge of a very steep cliff.

his hand reaches out and clasps around your wrist, a stern "careful!" escaping his lips. he pulls you roughly towards him away from the fall, and you find your face pressed securely into his chest.

you feel the heat creeping to your face, your breathing picking up. especially when you realise he wasn't making any moves to step away.

shyly, you pull away first.

"you need to watch where you're going," he says before you have the chance to speak. "seriously, (y/n), at this point, you'll end up dying a terrible death."

he was seriously reprimending you, huh? that was the most tighnari thing he could do. you sigh, ready to walk away, before he grabs both your hands with his.

bringing them up to his chest, he finally relaxes his face and smiles at you.

your breath catches in the back of your throat. you realise his smile is shy. his cheeks are tinted pink, and he was bouncing where he stood.

he seemed nervous.

"and i wouldn't want that," he continues. "because i care about you, so much."

you feel butterflies in your chest at his words, finding it hard to believe that he would say something like this, after weeks of indifference.

and because you suddenly remember exactly the effect his indifference had on you, you free yourself from his grasp, pushing yourself away from him. carefully, this time.

you don't miss the hurt that flashed on his face this time.

"you're being really mean, do you know that?" you want the words to sound confident, but they were barely a shaky whisper. your words flew freely with the soft breeze, confusing the fox boy before you.

"I-"

"no."

"no?"

you sigh. "what do you want from me, tighnari?" you finally ask. "there's no withering zone here, so why—?"

the answer you're seeking comes to you in the sound of rustling from behind tighnari.

"keep quiet," tighnari whispers, not unkindly. he turns and gently grabs your hand, leading you both to crouch down behind a large boulder.

you wanted to ask him what was going on, but it took only one look at him to keep quiet just like he had told you.

he was looking over the boulder at something, but it was the expression his face, the manner in which he was still holding your hand. there was a soft, warm smile on his face, as his fingers began to caress your own.

he looks at you with that peaceful expression and tilts his head towards the direction he was previously looking at.

confused, you follow his lead, craning yourself over the boulder.

you notice them immediately. tiny, playful, and impossibly cute. there were four of them.

four fennec foxes had climbed up the hill. the two cubs were rolling around, clearly playing together. their parents were not far away, cuddling together as they watched over their cubs.

you couldn't help the soft smile that pulled at your lips.

"relatives of yours?" you ask, offering the boy beside you a cheeky smile.

tighnari nudges your shoulder playfully. his eyes never leaves the happy family.

"they must have have wondered off from the desert," he whispers, voice low as to not alert the peaceful family. "i came across them three days ago."

suddenly, he squeezes your hand. but he continues to look ahead. "and it pains me say, but it took me to see them like this to realise that i can't stay away from you any longer."

your heart beats painfully against your chest, your face contorting into a mix of pain, hope, and something else you did not want to name just yet.

"(y/n)". he finally looks at you. his eyes were soft, the sad smile on his lips conveying his feelings perfectly. "i have made my choice to love you," he says. "there is nothing in this world i would want, if i don't have you by my side."

his whispers were so low, but filled with truth. you couldn't help but lean in, and he took you your positive reaction as a sign to continue.

he grabs your hands again, leaning in himself until his cheek rubs against yours. you let out a small laugh at the affectionate act. you'd just seen the cuddling fennec foxes doing exactly the same thing.

"and i am sorry it took me so long to tell you," he continues. "i want you, (y/n), all of you."

you open your eyes, tenderly meeting his soft gaze, "why then?" you're voice is lower than a whisper, but his keen ears hear you clearly. "why did you avoid me?"

his ears droop, fingers fiddling nervously with yours. "i want you for life, fennec couples get together once in a lifetime," he starts. "i didn't want to force you into making a decision like that."

your smile widens, as you nuzzle his nose affectionately. for a moment, until you laugh softly again. "force me?" you reply, "my dear tighnari, have you not heard of marriage?"

so this was why, you think happily. he wasn't indifferent to you, he loved you. he had chosen you to be his, the same way you had already chosen him. his place was fully reserved in your heart, and you knew nothing in the world would ever change that.

despite your playful jabs, your face falls into seriousness. "i would spend my lifetime with you," you say.

his breath catches in the back of his throat, and he holds you dearly, tightening his hold on your hands. as if you had eased all his worries, told him the exact thing he had dreamed of.

countless nights he had spent tossing and turning, thinking of you. of what he should do. he knew his instincts, if he should take on a mate one day, it would be for life. it was a responsibility he had shouldered all his life, one he didn't want to impose on you.

not when you were this lively, this young.

but one look in your eyes and all his fears were thrown out of the window.

in return he offers you the most beautiful smile you'd ever seen. letting go of your hands, he quickly cradles your face. "my dear (y/n)," he says through his smile, "what have i ever done to deserve you?"

he speaks before closing the distance. pressing his lips against yours. he sighs in contentment at the feeling, and you feel yourself flushing.

you kiss him back, without a second thought, butterflies dancing wildly in your stomach. your hands reach to wrap around his neck as he pulls you closer, travelling to gently massage his ears.

and when you hear it, you laugh, pulling away.

"what?" he pouts, chasing after your lips, but you only laugh more as you deny him.

"you're purring," you admit.

pink tints his cheeks, a defeated, shy smile briefly sent your way before you kiss him, enjoying his happy purrs. you'd never felt happier too.

and unbeknowst to both of you, as you continue kissing under the blue sky, the pack of foxes stops whatever they were doing and gaze at you, tilting their heads at tighnari, and not considering you a danger at all. after all, how can they? when even small animals just as them can feel the pure love and affection travelling through the gentle breeze.

Hello, I'm new here. I really like your dogday's style. He is my favourite character.

Can I pet dogday?

Very please 🥺.

Yes you can pet Dogday